Instead of a long bike ride, last night I had a long dream. I dreamed I won the lottery for 666 million dollars. In the dream, I was thinking, “how in the devil” can I spend that much money, and then about daylight it dawned on me. After paying off RAC, I should buy myself a computer since I’ve never owned one.

Finding a computer store was easy. The hard part was finding a sensible sales clerk to help me. No luck with that, but I finally settled on a girl named Sue. She understood computers, but she didn’t understand me. I didn’t understand her either. She was way over my head with her lingo, especially that part about “delete it!”

I told her I would take the computer, but I didn’t have time for her sidetracks of useless nonsense and unsolicited advice.

After bringing the one-eyed monster home, I hired my 11-year-old granddaughter to hook it up and show me how to use it.

She understands computers. She understands right from wrong and she understands the difference between “name-calling” and “calling-out” people by their names. And she very well understands “cleaner air in the county parks” is not a redundant cry, but something that should have been rectified before she as even born.

Now that I’ve written it and read it to myself, “I’ve decided it’s not useless trash,” but the message needs to be shared (again) with the 110,000 readers of the Salisbury Post.

Just one sign. “Welcome to our Tobacco Free Park.”

— Whitey Harwood

Rowan County